All language subtitles for Zorro s02e06 Freedom Of The Press

When daggers are pointed at innocent
hearts, and muskets are ready to fire.

When tyrants ride high and govern with
fear, and the forces of evil conspire.

Then from out of the night, our hero
must rise, with courage that even a mask

won't disguise.

They turn to the men.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I bring

you greetings from

your governor. Governor Ontiveros has
determined that the free speech we

practice here in Los Angeles...
Silencio!

Silencio! The next man who contradicts
the governor will be flogged.

That's better.

As I was saying, it has been determined
that the free speech we practice here in

Los Angeles is nothing without a free
press.

Henceforth, every pueblo will have its
own newspaper.

To this end, the governor has given us
this.

A printing press!

Now, a newspaper needs an editor. There
are educated men

among you.

In His Excellency's name, I am seeking a
volunteer.

If anyone speaks out against the al
-Qaida, he will put him in jail.

No, this volunteer needs more cunning
than education.

I know someone with more education than
cunning.

You're volunteering, Don Diego?

Yes.

That is, I think I am.

I will publish

a newspaper to be called the Los Angeles
Guardian.

It will expose what is good in our
community and what is bad.

I commend your public spiritedness, Don
Diego.

Better

we

should have a newspaper without a
government than a government without a

newspaper.

Hear this, Felipe. Thomas Jefferson on
freedom of... What is it?

Fire.

In the Northern Valley.

Outlaws attacking the farms again. Come
on, we're out.

Please take it back.

and repay me by telling me who those
outlaws were.

Men with no faces, no names.

They said unless I paid them, they would
destroy my farm.

They appear to be quite sincere.

I have no money, senor.

What I have is what you see.

But one day, this ranch will stretch as
far as the eye can see, and no masked

man will take that away from me.

No offense, senor.

Hold on to that dream, Jose.

Help will come your way.

Wait. What help, senor? A newspaper
called The Guardian.

Your strength will come from the written
word.

But I don't know how to read.

Ah, Felipe, you got the information I
requested.

Look at this.

The men who contracted to improve the
Pueblo's water supply actually worked

the Alcalde.

No wonder we have a drought.

Page one, Father.

Nine -point Bedonia bowl type.

Height lit.

Graph it in the quartel.

Good.

Take this to Don Carlos, please.

Sergeant Mendoza.

What a pleasant surprise.

I hope you're not here in any official
capacity.

Oh, no.

I was just wondering.

Perhaps I might write for your
newspaper.

I have so many wonderful recipes to
share.

A food column is an excellent idea.

Are you sure the county would approve?

Well, I could use another name.

I would.

Vicky, perhaps Senor Estomago. Diego, I
think advice and affairs of the heart

would be more in demand.

There are many young men and women in
our pueblo whose only counsel is the

padre. Who is of necessity ignorant of
such passions?

I think Doña Corazón would be your most
popular feature.

El Señor Estómago would be an added
attraction.

Well, then, go and write, my friends.
Let us see which of your columns is the

best.

Our lead story has got to be about these
attacks on the farmers.

But no one is coming forward to testify.

It's about time you left this ivory
tower of yours.

A good journalist doesn't wait for a
story to bite him on the nose.

He goes there to find it.

You're absolutely right.

This morning, I found this note pinned
to my door.

Can you tell me what it says?

It's from the outlaws.

You have until the full moon to pay, or
they will return and burn your farm to

the ground.

Why do the Al -Qadi's men not protect
us? Whenever the outlaws appear, they

always on maneuvers.

That's a good question.

I'll check into it.

Can the Guardian make a difference? As
Zorro said, the full moon comes in two

nights.

Stand fast, Jose.

A lesson in chemistry, Felipe.

When is a piece of string not a piece of
string?

Answer. Well, it is treated with this.

Now, when your Shakespeare author asks a
timely question,

Now then, my first editorial, The
Guardian.

A farmer's plight begins... The good
people of Los Angeles

have a right to know why.

Your share of our profits.

There is only one farmer in the valley
who hasn't met my demands, and I'll make

a lesson of him at the... Next full
moon, yes, I know your threats are...

Well known thanks to the newspaper.

Now the public will expect Mendoza and
his men to be there.

But we know differently, don't we?

You'll send them someplace else.

How can I? The paper said... Shut the
newspaper down!

The paper is published by government
edict.

I am the government.

Then the river's farm would burn.

Look at the people, Diego.

I knew you could do it, son. Thank you,
father.

Perhaps we've helped quench their thirst
for the truth.

Don Diego!

Here it comes.

Don Diego, you have printed lies about
me and my government. I demand to know

the sources of your information.

Alcalde, the truth speaks for itself.

My sources are my business.

There is no defense against sedition. I
am forced to place you under arrest and

impound the press. Sergeant Mendoza!

Forgive me, you.

Lead the way, Senor Estomago.

Henceforth, I will edit and publish The
Guardian.

Ah, yes.

And so, good people of Los Angeles, I
hereby declare a personal crusade

crime.

Adult, you've written cream instead of
crime.

And here, vanilla instead of villain.

Try to get your mind off fool Mendoza.

And I will personally bring in the
scoundrel... Zorro to final justice and

long -awaited appointment with the
gallows.

So now Zorro is to blame for every crime
in the territory.

Zorro can take care of himself.

I'm concerned about that poor farmer,
Revis.

And tonight is full moon.

I told him to have faith in the
Guardian. I can't let him down.

Diego, it will take more than mere words
to save Rivas's farm from those

bandits.

Yes, Felipe.

Don Diego must appear to escape and yet
not escape.

This is what you must do.

Quickly. At sunset, you will take the
entire troop on maneuver in this

direction. South?

For San Pedro?

You will remain behind and guard De La
Vega. Si, mi alcalde.

Well, you've got your orders.

But the papers said that the outlaws
will strike tonight in the North Valley.

There is a lesson to be learned here,
Mendoza.

Do not believe everything you read in
the newspaper.

Especially that ridiculous column by
Senor Estamigo.

His recipes are as... as rancid shoe
leather. Now get moving!

Prisoners suffer.

I detect a delicate odor of veal
souffle.

Don't trouble yourself, Sergeant.

I'm afraid your jail has destroyed my
appetite.

to waste all that food.

What a shame. You've probably already
eaten.

Yes, what a shame.

Perhaps I'll try just a little bit as
research for my column.

What a truly memorable meal, Don Diego.

Shh.

I think I'll have some more.

Jose?

Jose.

Don Diego can't help you. He's been put
into jail.

I came to see if I can do anything.

You are very kind, Senorita Escalante,
but it's too late.

I think you'd better leave at once.

Your last chance, Father.

Save your breath.

You won't get a centavo from me.

Don't mistake stupidity for courage.

Your farm will be ashes.

Then I'll build again.

On the ashes.

That will not be necessary, compadre.

You know, it's very dangerous to play
with fire.

Get him!

I should have known you would have
pulled on Diego's irons from the fire.

think too harshly of him, senorita.

Each of us does our best in the cause of
justice.

I'll take care of our friend here.

You bring the others into town.

As you can

see, don't do it.

I have fulfilled his excellency's edict
to the letter.

All well and good, Alcalde.

But who is buying your paper?

Give it away if you have to.

Most of it is given over to your own
biography, Alcalde.

I must warn you, His Excellency has an
aversion to bureaucrats with political

ambition.

Good morning, Alcalde.

I bring you the outlaw leader, Martinez.

His cohorts will be delivered shortly by
Jose Rivas and Senorita Escalante.

Who is this man?

The arts criminal, Zorro, the one I told
you about. Lancers!

Your Lancers are busy trying to sell
your newspaper, Alcalde.

Look again at your paper, sir.

A newspaper can tell the truth or
conceal it under the overlay of

Let the sunlight touch it, the light of
truth.

What is this? You accuse the governor of
corruption? You say he will be

indicted? This must be a trick.

The only trick will be to explain this
to His Excellency.

Arrest that...

Buenos dias, Alcalde.

It's good of you to join me for
breakfast.

Why is it I always sleep so well in your
jail?

No, no, Diego. You're the one who wrote
the story.

And Rivas, the return of the promised
money, is a timely donation from the

Alcalde's office, right?

I'm proud of you, son.

Excellent work!

Well, I think the people appreciate
Senor Estamago and Donna.

Jose,

I believe you know my father.

Yes.

I am here to thank you.

You could not be at the farm last night,
but let us say your spirit was there.

Indeed it was.

I've decided it's time for me to learn
to read, and then I'll find out if it's

true what Zaro says, that the pen is
mightier than the sword.

Bravo, Jose.

Adios. Adios.

Here's an interesting piece of advice.

Dear Doña Corazon, I am in love with a
man I see rarely, and even when we do

meet, our conversation is fleeting at
best. What should I do?

Signed, one who is pining.

And what is Donna Corazon's reply?

Dear pining, the next time you see him,
don't let him get away.

Tie him up if you have to so that you
can let him know how you truly feel.

Here you go.

If I was Zorro, I'd be local.